Stroke of Midnight

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When 2015 turned to 2016, I had just moved out of a stranger’s house. My boyfriend knew them, and we lived in their unfinished attic and partied like rockstars. You know, the kind of rock stars that sleep on an air mattress and keep their possessions in black garbage bags.

Yeah, I think that’s a little less “rock star” than “transient”. Oh well, it’s over and we all survived.

It wasn’t where I wanted to be, but I hoped the two of us would build from there. It didn’t work out the way I was hoping, but it brought me to my next adventure, which was living in a recovery house. It was an Oxford House. Oxford Houses are a little bit different than most half-way houses or recovery houses because all decisions are made by the group that lives there rather than administrators. I met some interesting women and had more female support than I usually do.

I met some interesting women and had more female support than I usually do. I love my guys, but most of the women there were older and had more experience and perspective than anybody around my age is going to have. I was pretty stable the whole time, I was generally employed and volunteered at the local recovery club, which is definitely good for me, considering I was coming out of a period marked by homelessness and addiction.

2016 taught me the importance of having a good social support network and how important the people in your life can be. There’s an idea bouncing around that, for the most part, you are an amalgamation of the five people you spend the most time with. Maybe I’m a little more sensitive than most to what’s going on with my people, but when my people are happy, I’m happy. When my people got their hustle on, so do I.

If you’re in addiction and considering rehab or a recovery house – DO IT. You’re gonna get so much out if. Being in a tight space with a lot of different personalities comes with its own kind of stress, but it teaches you more about how people work and how to interact with them. I used to be super shy and socially awkward, and this is part of how I (mostly) got over it.

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